Sabrina West is a physicist who refuses to believe in any sort of extraterrestrial life. She's written two books that proclaim otherworldly creatures do not exist.
Sabrina scowls while gazing into the bathroom mirror. Miss West has pale skin, sapphire eyes, and head of raven-colored hair styled in a shoulder-length bob. Sabrina flicks back her wavy bangs to reveal a large bump on her brow—the area where a mosquito bit her today.
“Why do I keep thinking about this thing? No one can see it.” Sabrina says while bending over the white sink.
However, when the twenty-eight year old glances down at her black sweater, her eyes shift to the mirror again. Sabrina releases a frustrated grunt, “No one can see it”. The woman steps back and turns to a side-profile. The dark silk is clinging to a hefty pot belly; Sabrina’s gut is gushing over the belt-buckle of her jeans. The woman puts a hand upon the curve of her stomach. Miss West sighs while looking towards the Prada bag resting beside the sink.
Sabrina gazes into the mirror again and sucks in her tummy—trying to get a picture of what the bartender saw her as. There's a small roll of flab is still hanging over her belt. But Sabrina’s cantaloupe sized breasts look bigger and perkier. The woman sighs once more while shaking her head in disapproval. Sabrina grabs the Prada bag containing her pair of Spanx and shape-wear.
Miss West takes her purse and walks into the nearby bathroom stall.
The overhead lights are dim inside Black Orchard Tavern. The plasma TVs are on football, sports memorabilia is hung on the walls, yet not a single waiter or waitress occupies the saloon.
On this Halloween night, the short bartender is dressed as a Xenomorph from the movie Alien vs. Predator. However, his outfit is incredibly realistic. He has coal colored skin, an elongated head, and a velociraptor's body.
“So Miss West, you don’t believe in the slightest possibility that there could be sentient life on other planets?” The bartender asks while pouring black ooze into Sabrina’s glass.
“If there were aliens, I’m certain they would’ve contacted us by now. We’ve been stuck on the same rock for hundreds of thousands of years.”
A visibly slimmer Sabrina is sitting on a stool at the bar table. The pale beauty is on her 3rd drink, and doesn’t seem to be bothered that she’s the only customer inside the tavern. However, Sabrina cocks her brow while staring at the bubbling liquid inside her tumbler.
“So I’m guessing this is a Halloween brew?” The scientist asks while lifting her cup.
The bartender scratches his head in confusion. “It’s called a Gutburster,” the Xenomorph replies.
Sabrina looks down at her meaty, tree-trunk thighs, and then releases a weary sigh. “So it’s loaded with calories, huh?” She asks while putting the glass back on the table.
The Xenomorph shrugs his bony shoulders. “No not really…it’s more like Chestbursters burst out your chest, Gutbursters burst out your gut.”
Sabrina chuckles while staring at the not alien, “Well I’m starting my diet on Monday, so I guess this Gutburster drink will be part of my indulgence weekend.” Miss West says while rubbing her plump stomach.
At seven in the morning, Sabrina’s eyes snap open. The Sunday alarm won’t go off for another three hours. Miss West has acquired albino skin, her entire body is covered in sweat. Sabrina flips onto her back; she spreads her arms like a snow angel and stares at the ceiling fan. The woman is dressed in a clingy black tee labeled “Borin23”. Her porky thighs are squeezed into a matching pair of shorts. Sabrina’s shirt rests high above her navel—blue veins pulsate upon her pale gut.
Miss West’s pupils become bloodshot while watching the fan spin round and round.
“I need to eat something,” she says in bone dry voice.
Another blue vein appears on Sabrina’s flabby stomach,
Miss West sprints into her kitchen and charges for the silver refrigerator. She grabs the freezer handle and rips it open in a single movement. Her mouth starts watering while gazing upon the horde of fattening desserts she had saved for “Indulgence Weekend”. Sabrina snatches a large vanilla shake from the fridge and holds the cup to her lips. She pours the creamy beverage down her throat. A small amount of ice cream trickles down her chin and from the corners of her mouth.
As Miss West chugs the milkshake, her belly flab increases. Sabrina’s stomach expands by a few inches and the fat begins to droop. When the scientist is finished drinking, she releases a content sigh. Sabrina puts a hand on her bulging tummy and rubs it.
“That hit the sp—.”
Empty. A second later, Sabrina is just as hungry as she was before she drank the milkshake.
“How can I possibly still be hungry?” Sabrina then looks down and spots blue veins pulsating on her stomach.
“What the heck are—FUCK!” Miss West keels over after a painful hunger pang surges through her body. “Ok, I need to go to a doctor! This isn’t normal!”
However, Sabrina’s mouth begins to salivate. The scientist moans while gazing at a double layer chocolate cake sitting in the fridge. “No, I can’t. I need to lose—” She snatches the fattening treat and then runs to the dining table. Sabrina slams down the tray and sprints back to the fridge. A loud growl erupts from her fleshy stomach. Miss West grabs a stack of three pumpkin pies and stampedes back to her seat. She throws the pies down and plops her porky rear in a metal chair. The woman then tears into the chocolate cake with a silver fork, shoveling the dessert into her mouth as fast as possible.
“Why can’t I stop eating?” Sabrina asks with puffed out chipmunk cheeks.
The veins on her midsection begin to pulsate with a blue glow.
Sabrina’s belly gushes forward by six inches; the doughy fat stretches the fabric of her black shirt. The scientist’s gut is now a boulder of blubber oozing two feet from her midsection. Sabrina continues shoveling down the cake. Her love handles spill further from her hips. Her navel becomes deeper as the belly flab inches across her tree trunk thighs. After finishing the chocolate treat, Miss West has a gut protruding three entire feet over the waistband of her shorts.
As Sabrina turns her attention to the pies, her stomach veins illuminate even brighter. Time was running out before Miss West met her demise.
15 minutes later.
Each of Sabrina’s breasts is the size of a steering wheel; the fatty orbs finally stop growing after she finishes the last drop of milk from the jug. The woman has reached five hundred pounds and sports a pear shaped figure. Her stomach is a blubbery globe of flesh that gushes out by about five feet. The scientist’s pale thighs have evolved into pillars of meat due to her gorging. Each ass cheek is a little smaller than an exercise ball.
Sabrina reaches into the fridge for an apple pie, but strangely, she isn’t hungry anymore.
“Thank goodness! I think it’s all over!” The scientist squeals while jumping up and throwing her plump arms into the air.
Upon touching the tiles, Sabrina feels something small dislodge from her stomach and land like a rock in her uterus.
“Ok, something is definitely coming down.” The scientist says while keeling over.
15 minutes later.
Sabrina waddles out the restroom while cradling a baby Xenomorph in her arms. The tiny alien giggles and coos while Miss West strokes his head with her index finger.
“What an adorable Mexican parasite! I can’t stay mad at this little guy for ruining my figure with his hormones.”
Sabrina then kisses the Xenomorph on his head. “So freaking cute! I’m totally keeping you as a pet!”